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Marc Spector, Moon Knight 𓁳 ([personal profile] reflectedlight) wrote2026-01-23 09:29 pm

Permissions Post (The Last Voyages)

OOC PREFERENCES:
CONTACT METHOD: Discord, at glitchlich
THREAD-JACKING: Yes!
FOURTH WALLING / CANON PUNCTURE: He already knows he's Oscar Isaac, because, uh, life comes at you fast, but no thanks on finding out there's fictional works about Moon Knight that exist or finding out he survives his pull point, please!
BACKTAGGING: I'm always down!
AVOIDED TOPICS: Self-harm icks me, but I'll live.
PREFERRED GENDER PRONOUN: any

IC CHARACTERISTICS:
CURRENT CANON POINT: Episode 1; just as Steven is supposed to wake up in a field in Austria
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: If you're trying to file a police report, then Marc Spector is a man of average height. He looks thirty or forty. His ethnicity could be anything from Italian to Amerindian to Maori to Middle-Eastern. He's usually in nondescript dress with no logos or patterns on his clothes. Notable features include a hell of a glower.

If you're not looking for, Marc Spector, just looking at him? Then, sure, let's talk. His eyes are bloodshot, like he hasn't slept in months, and he wears his dark hair neatly back and out of the way. He's got a thick jaw, held so tight he must be grinding his teeth in there, and some serious eyebrows. He's in powerful shape, which he's tried to mute with his choices of civilian clothes so it doesn't become something that'd make him stand out in a crowd, but really really becomes obvious in the Moon Knight suit. There's a battered Star of David on a gold chain around his neck, wore tucked under his shirt so it can't be yanked on in a brawl. If Marc dressed the body, he likes white and sand-colored solids.

Marc smells like his own drug store brand deodorant and Steven's staticky wool sweaters.

DEMEANOR: Marc's resting expression is a sour, baleful glare. Marc in a good mood (rare) doesn't smile-smile, just dials the intensity down. Marc is scanning for exits. Marc is ducked into the thickest part of the crowd. Marc is lingering somewhere where he won't draw attention. Somebody trained him to mask well and not to fidget and he's been uncomfortable everywhere he goes ever since.

He's got a flat voice with not a lot of affect. Marc's English has a cynical Chicago accent. His Arabic is Masri, his Spanish and Hebrew are ...reluctant.

ABILITIES: He's a former Marine with some CIA training, but everything else is inmate capped.
MEDICAL INFORMATION: He's in really good shape. He does work out. He's recovered from a laundry list of previous injuries; broken bones, beatings, gunshot wounds. He very notably has Dissociative Identity Disorder! Ask if he wants to talk about it! (No.)
CABIN INFORMATION: The dark green door to a London flat that somehow has 50000 books and no kitchen table.
OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS: Marc has actual PTSD triggers, including being submerged in water, being closed in, and being confronted angrily with blame. He's also not going to tolerate kids being hurt or neglected.

IC PERMISSIONS:
MENTAL: Yes, and he's got DID which will make it really weird/fun.
MIMICRY: Please do this, he'll be violently startled.
VIOLENCE: Oh my god, yeah. He'd love to, thanks.
MAGIC: Yes!
DEBATE: Yes.
OTHER / NOTES: Steven Grant's alter. Steven's permissions are here.